[Faora eyes the stranger, unsure of what to make of her. Another in armor, though it is not, by nature, Kryptonian like hers. It could resemble that of a human's armor, but those she encountered were not of such bearing.

She looks out onto the banquet again.]

We are all in this unknown world, in this same situation. Useless, for now, and without a direction until we are given orders.